I had an underactive thyroid my entire childhood… never saw any snakes.
Which was a problem when I’d go to the zoo…
“Hey, digs, look! It’s feeding time in the herpetarium!”
“Ummm, it’s empty, isn’t it?”
“Geez, quit taking your thyroid meds, we want you to see snakes!”
Wait, so Voldemort wasn’t evil, he just had hypothyroidism?
You’re partially correct, Harry had hypothyroidism.
Two of my fastest, strongest office computers. I7 processors, SSD boot Drives, fast Ethernet connections… Each just passed hour 2 of their Windows 10 update process. The download took 30 minutes before the process started. Thanks for that Bullshit Microsoft.
One PC has rebooted 4 times and just now decided to revert back to a previous version of Win10.
Brainless troglodyte bastards don’t bother to test their updates or warn us when the update will be lengthy.
My laptop’s battery exploded? It is an old laptop late 2007. I replaced the battery in 2012. I rarely used it since I prefer the desktop. No mess just the huge lump at the battery door. Maybe it was lonely and trying to get my attention.
My daughter decided she doesn’t want to pay for cable anymore, tried giving me a long list of reasons why we don’t need it.
Yeah, it’s because she agreed to pay for her boyfriend’s internet. She’s already pawned off the trash bill on me. At this point, she only is paying for the water bill and her own groceries while I’m still covering her medical/dental insurance.
She came to this decision while I was feeling miserable, my car was in the shop, we’re having hella snow and wind, my elderly mother was insistent on driving in the weather to come get me, and I had a client complaining in my ear.
When I said now was not the best time to discuss this, she got snippy with me.
It’s going to be a fun night.
Apparently, I have Things much better than I thought.
Me too.
Even though I got the very huge dorm bill for Lil’wrekkers stay at University. The bill is due immediately, Her 2nd scholarship money probably won’t come til March. Why can’t they coordinate these things. They were sending past due notices in the mail, and internet in the fall, I finally had to pull the trigger and pay it before that money finally came in late Oct. Stupid University!!
Our old, blind cat just got up from a nap and he’s stiff and slightly confused about what he’s doing, cause he just woke up. I like to walk around so he follows the sound of my steps and loosens up while waking up. When I get close to the water fountain, he usually breaks off from following me so he can hunt the wild water fountain. He’s a very skillful water hunter, he digs it up with his front feet and then sings the song of his people so all can hear his victory song. (done this all of his life) This gives me time to get him a little snacky ready and stand by his eating spot. After he is done eating, he’s going to want some cuddling and lap time. He’s nothing but skinny bones covered by thin, moth eaten fur.
An outsider would look at him and think that I am being cruel and abusive to Lucky because he looks so bad. Lucky is happy. He isn’t in pain and he still eats and drinks (very loudly) and purrs and uses the litter box. He hasn’t said that he’s ready to go and he hasn’t acted like he wants to go.
Old animals are incredible and can teach us so many things about acceptance. His name is Lucky, but I’m the lucky one to have shared his life for 16 years.
You know flatlined, I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one here on SDMB who loves the Tales Of Lucky. I’m so glad that he’s still doing all those cat things, and that you are giving him his cuddles. Give him some extra for us Doper fans of his.
Nah you’re not alone. You have a way with words, flatlined, and I always like your little vignettes about Lucky and Buttercup and your house feral & his kitten, and all the rest of them.
They’d make a fun collection if you ever felt like publishing them.
I was thinking about flatlined vignettes this morning while I was getting my old Max Dog ready for his surgery, which is probably going on right now. We were told the anesthesia is going to throw him for an utter loop, so I’m going to be carefully toddling after him for the next few days.
My former feral is getting like this 
He’s only nine years old at the most (eight by the estimate of the vet when I first got him, seven by mine). It will be the hard life he had in his youth catching up with him.
Very stressful work week trying to clean up a certain mess as soon as possible. Slogged… SLOGGED through a tedious spreadsheet that is a grant attachment required for deadline. Just have to finish by the end of the day, so tired, just have to finish, at least then I can say I got something done… Yes, finished at closing time! I’ll just save, and…
Save the wrong file over the correct one, and lose all my work.
I very nearly burst into tears.
The final fucking straw. I’m emotionally overloaded, sleep deprived, trying to renew the damned home study, and I keep having these emotional dreams about finding my kid. Hormone problems are back. Oh, and my novel is failing. I’ve been stuck in the same chapter for months. I can actually feel my emotions shutting down and it’s awesome. I hope it happens more often.
My cat Fluffy Samantha has learned how to open doors. Specifically the door to my roommate’s Art Room where cats are not allowed unless accompanied by an adult. Fluffy Sam has taught this new trick to Tiny Tabby so now both of them will sneak in there when they think no one’s looking.
Offers Spice Weasel a kitty to cuddle for a while. It really does help my stress levels.
Thanks all for the kind words. I hope that Max Dog’s surgery went well and that he is recovering well.
Its possible that I might have made Lucky sound like a nice cat, without reminding folks that even though he’s old and fragile and blind, he’s still a cat and cats by definition are jerks.
We have 2 dogs, one of whom just LURVES Lucky and one who still is afraid of cats (at least she’s not fear peeing like she did when she first arrived. Thank you all for helping me with that.) When Lucky thinks he’d like to nap on a nice warm dog, he almost never picks Buttercup. He always climbs on poor Wesley who is so afraid of him that she won’t even move her head to look towards whatever person is coming to rescue her. She just freezes in place with her eyes squeezed shut. When we move him over to Buttercup, he settles in right away for a good nap. He just picks Wesley because he’s a jerk.
He is so light that he doesn’t trip the weight sensor on the automatic litterbox. OK, that’s not his fault, but it is his choice to wait until everyone else has had their morning stinky time to have his. I just know that he knows that if he waits no other cat will go in and trip the sensor to make his poop go away.
He’s taken to sleeping on the foot of the bed. He’s so light that we can’t feel him with our feet when we move, so we have both taken to sleeping in fetal positions to be sure that we don’t accidently push our old guy off the bed. I know that even very small cats take up a lot of room on the bed, but he takes the bottom third!
We are moving into our new place on Thursday. We could have moved sooner, but we had some interior remodeling done that included knocking holes in walls. We could have kept the cats locked up in our suite. It would have been more convenient and we would have been out of this horrible rental. We were both too worried about the stress it would have put Lucky under to move and then be locked in strange rooms while unknown strangers were cutting holes in walls. He’s such a jerk that he is taking this as his due!
I will sure miss the old guy when he’s gone.
This thread has turned into the Monday Morning Post.
We are supposed to rant about things, dammit!
Alright, here’s my rant:
Why the frack do people feel a need to go half the speed of light on the freeway? And why do they tailgate the one other person on the road? Seriously, dude, there is an open lane on either side of me, hell, I’M going 5mph above the speed limit myself so it’s not like I’m poking along, either, and you HAVE to tailgate me? GO AROUND! You are allowed to change lanes! As no one else is on the freeway you don’t even have to signal first, just DO IT! PLEASE! We will all be happier.
Damn right!
A strip of fascia blew off the house last night, our insurance guy said to call a siding company. They were supposed to show up at 4:00 this afternoon when I got off work. Did they? Hell, no. Probably wouldn’t make enough money, screw CP!
I’ll have to get up on the roof and nail it back on, ankylosing spondilitis be damned, and break my neck.